Date: Mon, 22 Nov 1999 10:40:26 CST
From: Chris Warner <larkin47@hotmail.com>
Subject: Linda and Anthony

Linda & Anthony

By Chris Larkin Warner

Weeks have passed since I had my first "lesson" in masturbation from Linda
and now I'm like a kid who's tasted something sweet and wants more.  I rub
my button almost nightly, but find myself longing to feel Linda's hands on
my body.

At the same time, I'm also feeling guilty about my cousin Anthony. The same
night I learned about the joys of sex from my best friend, I also played a
naughty game with my eight year-old cousin. While babysitting, I bathed him
and in a silly moment I touched his little member. He liked it and said we
should play a game called "milking the cow." I had never touched a boy's
penis before and somehow I figured what we were doing was just some innocent
fun. But I think I went too far and now I'm feeling guilty and slightly
perverted. I'm sure I've corrupted Anthony, even if he is a brat.

For nearly a week, I've been all mixed up inside my head. I guess I'm mostly
confused. I always thought sex would start with a boy and instead it's with
my best friend, Linda. One minute, I'm worried that something's wrong with
me. The next minute, all I can think of is being back in Linda's arms.

On Friday evening, Linda calls and asks why I've been avoiding her. She asks
if she can meet me; she wants to talk. I say okay. Thirty minutes later, I
meet Linda at the park down from my house. We talk small stuff for a little
bit. Then she wants to know if I'm okay with what we did in her room the
other night. I'm blushing badly, but it's night and she can't see my face. I
tell her I liked it.

Linda grabs my hand and asks if I want to come over to her house. I know
what she's thinking. I hesitate and Linda, having gone out on a limb to ask,
feels hurt. She lets go of my hand and says to forget about it. But I
realize I do want to be with her again. I apologize and find myself asking
her if I can come over. Linda smiles, grabs my hand again and walks me to
her home.

At Linda's house, I call my mom, and tell her I'm spending the night here.
It sounds so innocent and my mom says fine. Upstairs, Linda locks the door
to her room and tells me to get undressed and climb into bed. I turn away as
I pull of my clothes, shy about my pudgy, pimply body. I quickly jump under
the covers and watch Linda as she finishes undressing. I see she has a nice
thin shape, with small breasts and narrow hips. We cuddle under the covers,
nervously giggling.

Linda slowly drags a finger across my abdomen and up to my breast, my heart
flutters wildly as she continues to do this, lightly, exquisitely. Then she
begins kissing my skin, first my stomach, then my arms and finally my
breasts. My insides are tingling with a rage as this continues. I embrace
Linda as she first kisses, then sucks on my nipples, my hands stroke her
smooth back and the rump of her rear.

Then I feel Linda's hand slowly slide down my lower stomach and between my
legs and I swear I hear the sound of wetness as she touches me between my
trembling legs. I'm feeling incredibly shy again, so I let Linda take the
lead, which she heartily does. She knows how to touch and soon her hands and
mouth turn my tingling into a frantic spasm of joy. Little explosions seem
to go off inside me as I reach my first orgasm.

I'm panting and dizzy as Linda wraps her legs around my thigh. I feel this
warm wet trickle as she slides up and down. I reciprocate and soon our legs
are intertwined, our muscles squeezing and flexing, stirring our passions.
Linda continues to squeeze my thigh rhythmically and she starts breathing in
a hoarse whisper. My hands cup her small, round breasts and then my mouth
takes over. Linda lets out a small groan and then shudders.

For what must have been an hour, we explore each other's body, trigging
orgasms, giggles and finally deep sleep. I wake towards dawn and, once
again, find myself nestled in Linda's thin, but warm arms. Life as a
teenager can be rough, but at moments like this, I'm happy to be alive.

***

When I wake again a few hours later, I hear someone banging on the door and
my name being called. My mom's on the phone. I start to panic, realizing I'm
naked in Linda's bed. But Linda throws a bathrobe at me and so I stumble out
to the hallway. Mom tells me Aunt Peg is in a bind and needs someone to
watch Anthony for a few hours this afternoon. I start to protest. The last
think I want to do is spend my Saturday watching that brat cousin of mine.
But mom pleads and I relent.

I return to Linda's room in a dark mood. When I explain my predicament,
Linda offers to join me and reminds me we could have some "fun" since my
aunt has a swimming pool in the backyard. I don't see how we can have any
kind of "fun" with Anthony around, but still her suggestion perks me up.

After a late breakfast, we walk over to my house so I can change clothes and
grab a swimsuit. In my room, I reach for my tame one-piece suit, but Linda
rummages through my drawer and grabs the bikini I bought but have never
dared to wear. I immediately picture how plump I'm going to look in the
skimpy suit, but I don't say anything.

My aunt's got this cool back yard. Thick arbor-vidae bushes have grown
together to form a towering green wall of privacy around her pool. It's
quiet and peaceful back there, and I've always enjoyed swimming and relaxing
in this private place. I know that my Aunt Peg and mom sometimes sunbathe
topless by the pool, but I've never done it myself.

It's quite warm by the time we arrive, and sure enough, that holy terror,
Anthony, is already splashing around in the pool. Linda quickly strips down
to her two-piece suit and jumps in. I take my time, feeling embarrassed
about exposing my fat bod in a bikini. Why did I buy that thing!. I take off
my shirt and pants and quickly jump in. Linda and I play a bit with Anthony
to stop him from screeching for too much attention. Then we begin frolicking
by ourselves. I can tell Linda must be a bit horny still because she brushes
her hands across my thighs and at one moment swims up to me under water and
cups my breasts for a second, then lets go.

Her friskiness begins to stir me and we giggle and play a bit more before
getting out. We both lie out on lawn chairs and dry off in the hot sun.
Linda, in a lazy voice, asks me to put lotion on her back. I come over and
begin to rub the oil across her warm skin, which has tiny blonde hairs that
glint in the sun. Anthony has grown temporarily bored with the pool and
wanders over to the swing set behind the bushes. I can't see him, but I her
the squeak of the swing.

Linda reaches behind her back and unclasps her top. "Rub the oil all over,"
she murmurs. "I don't want any tan lines." I do as she asks, my hands slowly
massaging her shoulders and limbs. Then, Linda rolls over, revealing those
soft young breasts I was kissing last night. She's got sunglasses on, so I
can't see her eyes, but she smiles and repeats what she said before, "rub
the oil all over."

I can hear Anthony still swinging, so I know he's out of sight. I pour more
oil on my hands and rub her soft round breasts and pink nipples. Linda sighs
and lies back to enjoy my touches. I concentrate on her breasts for a moment
or two and then, with my pulse racing, I reach down and slide my hand down
Linda's abdomen, underneath her bikini bottom and start to rub her sweet
pussy. Catching her off guard, Linda is jolted by the touch of my hand, but
almost immediately opens her thighs wider.

Linda smiles at me and sighs again as I find her soaking wet. I tweak her
little button, probe the lips of her vagina and from time to time slip an
oiled finger all the way down to the tip of her anus. Soon I get a rhythm
going: one hand on her breasts, the other between her legs. It's a beautiful
day, with a cloudless blue sky, birds chirping in the trees and I notice
that Anthony's swing is squeaking in unison with Linda's husky breathing. In
a quiet voice, she lets me know how good it feels and then starts muttering
"oh my god" over and over as her body begins to shudder and tremble from an
orgasm.

I manage to bring Linda to one more orgasm before I no longer hear Anthony's
swing squeak and realize he's heading back to the pool. When he arrives,
Anthony almost immediately notices that Linda is topless. He mentions that
his mom also takes off her top when she's tanning herself by the pool. Then
Anthony asks Linda if she has put lotion on. Linda nods and Anthony
responds, "my mom lets me put lotion on her when she takes her top off."

Linda lifts her sunglasses and looks at me wide-eyed. "Do you think he's
telling the truth?" she whispers. I shrug my shoulders and ask Anthony if he
means on her back and he says, "yeah and on her boobies too." Linda and I
both exchange glances on this bit of news and decide to ask a few more
questions. Yes, he says, mommy likes it. Does anything else happen? No, not
at the pool, but sometimes she goes inside after he rubs on the lotion,
which he thinks is silly because she can't tan inside.

Anthony pauses and then in a half-giggle says that once after she left the
pool he followed her and found his mom in the bedroom "buck-naked," holding
a thing between her legs that made a buzzy-noise. Anthony said she was
breathing funny and moving all around.

I'm flabbergasted. My cousin is innocently arousing his mother, who then
goes off to her bedroom and masturbates with a vibrator. Linda is trying not
to laugh, but tears are streaming down her face.

Anthony realizes he has our full attention. "Want to know a secret?" he
asks. I already thought we had just heard one whopper for the day, but my
cousin has more to tell. "My mommy told me not to tell anyone, but sometimes
when I can't go to sleep at night, she sucks on my wee-wee."

Linda asks Anthony to repeat what he just said, in case we didn't hear
correctly.  He repeats it, and adds that his mom told him she used to put
his wee-wee in his mouth when he was a baby and cried too much. "Now she
sometimes does it to calm me down before bedtime." I know that Anthony is a
wild kid, but this is too much. Linda and I are both speechless, not knowing
what to believe.

I also have this strange sense of relief. I realize that Anthony's already
been corrupted by his mother. What I did with him in the bath the other week
couldn't be any worse than what his mother was doing to him at bedtime.

Linda asks Anthony a few more questions, and it sounds like Anthony is not
making this up. And then, matter of factly, my cousin asks if he can rub
some lotion on my back and boobies too. I look at Linda, who has a wicked
grin on her face and tells me to let Anthony put on some lotion.

The first thing Anthony does is unhook my top so he can move the straps out
of the way. I'm not ready for this and start to protest, but Linda tells me
to hush. So I lie there on the reclining chair as my eight year-old cousin
rubs tanning oil on my back.  Then, with a giggle in his voice, he tells me
to turn over. I refuse at first, but again, Linda eggs me on. She's
half-laughing, waiting to see what's going to happen.

I roll over and expose my breasts to the air and Anthony.  "Your's don't sag
like mom's, he says, touching them softly. I thank him for the compliment,
but inside I'm dying from embarrassment. Soon, it's clear that Anthony knows
what he's doing, because I'm feeling a tingle from his small hands as they
stroke my skin and tweak nipples, which are soon erect.

Then I notice my nipples aren't the only thing that's erect. Anthony's got a
tent pole in his swimming trunks. I can't believe this little kid can be
aroused at his age, but seeing is believing. Linda spies Anthony's situation
and tells him that since he gets to see our boobies, we should see his
wee-wee. Anthony, without a protest, puts down the oil and pulls down his
trunks. His finger-sized member is jutting out and up, the little
circumcised head shines bright pink.

Linda comes over and kneels in front of Anthony. She grasps his erect penis
and tells him its quite hard. She strokes it a few times and asks if he
likes that. Anthony nods. Linda asks if she can do what his mommy does to
his wee-wee. Anthony nods again. Linda leans forward and starts to suck on
the little red finger-sized penis, bobbing her head up and down. Anthony
doesn't say anything, but he makes funny sounds, sort of like a half-giggle,
half hiccup.

Already aroused by Anthony's little breast massage, I'm further turned on by
Linda's brazen act with my cousin. As Linda sucks Anthony's wee-wee and
licks his tiny sac of balls, I can't ignore the sensation of tingling and
wetness between my legs. I try to resist, but finally give in, spread my
legs and plunge my hand into the bottom of my suit. I slip a finger into my
wet slit and then start rubbing my button.

Linda sees what I'm doing and smiles while continuing to suck on Anthony,
who has his eyes glued to Linda's bobbing head. I still don't know why I
find this so arousing, but for once I don't over analyze the situation. It
seems all too crazy, but I can't stop. My clit is inflamed as I rub and
flick it and the lips of my slit. I realize that I'm turned on by what Linda
is doing, not my cousin's erect wee-wee. Linda's cute bottom is right in
front of me. She has a long graceful back and she's making these slobbering,
sucking noises, which I find pervertedly exciting.

Suddenly Anthony's legs begin to buckle. Linda slows down with her sucking
and then stops. She looks up at Anthony and, with a grin, says, "Anthony
just had a little orgasm." I stop rubbing myself and look at Anthony's
slowly wilting prick and notice some wet stuff dripping down. It could be
sperm or it could be Linda's saliva.

"Ready for a nap now?" Linda asks.

"I guess so," responds a suddenly lethargic Anthony.

We carry Anthony upstairs into his room and tuck him. Sure enough, the kid
is snoozing in a few minutes. I ask Linda if he shot anything into her
mouth. She says no, but knew he had climaxed when she felt some little
spasms at the base of penis.

I become aware of the fact that we've been doing all these things and
talking while both of us are topless. I've never been so uninhibited about
my body before. Linda glances down and sees the wet spot in the crotch of my
swimsuit.

"So, you found your cousin's little blow job interesting, I see."

I begin to blush, but then I look at linda's crotch and see a similar wet
sport.  "Speak for yourself," I tease. Linda comes up to me and gives me an
embrace and kiss.

"Want to sleep over at my house again tonight," she asks.

"Sure," is all I say.

To be continued...